Monday, July 24, 2006

I have nothing of import to say today, but then again, I rarely do. And now for everyone's favorite kind of post: Random minutiae of my everyday (homebody) life.

Remember my weird psychiatrist? I thought of something else funny that she said. She told me I looked tired, and I had been feeling pretty good lately so I was surprised. I asked her what made me look tired, and she replied that it was my pale pallor. Um, has she seen my family? I guess that's obvious-no, she hasn't. I could bask in the sun all day long (though who would want to do that? So hot! Not to mention pesky skin cancer.) and still have no tan to show for it. And since when does being well-rested result in a darker hue? I've never woken up from a particularly good nap with a great tan, have you? I should know, I nap all the time. But then yesterday, a woman came up to me in Relief Society and told me that if it appeared she was staring at me, she was. (I have to sit in the from now for all to see me.) She said that she couldn't help but notice the last 2 weeks what "a beautiful peaches and cream complexion" I had, and that the pink sweater I was wearing was a beautiful color on me. Yeah! In your face Dr. Davis! Ha. Reminded me of the time a Dr. in Denver asked Timm and I if we suffered from allergies. When we told him no, he told us we had the "tell-tale shiners." Okay, I guess we do have allergies. Who are we to argue with the experts?

I sent out some good mail on Friday. It is local, so I was anticipating the recipients getting it on Saturday. (part of the excitement.) No deal. Then I was bummed because it is a (state) holiday today and I figured I'd have to wait until Tuesday for them to get it. Then I was excited when I got mail today because I thought my recipients would too. No! They did not. U.S. Postal Service, why are you toying with me?

I did however, get a little package from Denise that has already been dismantled and is not in a photographable state any longer. It had a note from her and Sarah (Complete with photos cut and pasted) and a cute notebook from Emily! Oh you know how I love a good notebook to alter in something even greater!

Mondays are my (un)official recoup day. Every Monday I stay in lounge clothes and clean the house. Because there are only 3 of us, in all honesty our house doesn't get very dirty. (Lara, your comment about this cracked me up.) I am ever vigilant about picking up, so I instated a different kind of cleaning schedule. I alternate weeks of doing a really good, thorough cleaning, and a perfunctory one like I did today. Today I just dusted, wiped everything down, swept, vacuumed and mopped. No toilet or tub cleaning today. I like to spend my Mondays staying grody at home and preparing for the week ahead. In other words: don't count on me doing anything fun on Mondays. And if you drop by, just expect me in a ponytail, cleaning clothes, and no makeup. And possibly the odor of sweat mingled with cleaning products. This only presents a problem when I actually have money to spend and need to go to Pebbles for double-punch Monday. Sacrifices.

My life is like a little musical that nobody would actually watch. I sing a little song about everything to Bella. The tunes are very simple, sometimes boring, and the lyrics are usually weird. I don't know why I do it, but I have a feeling I may stop once I have kids that are old enough to mock me and not be entertained. I would call my musical "Domestica."

15 comments:

Domestica the musical sounds entertaining to me, but then again I'd happily watch a show about cleaning.

I enjoy your random posts and prefer any post to none at all. Remember back when you used to post every day and sometimes more than once a day? Maybe you should spend some quality time with your archives to remind yourself of how glorious it used to be.

That's a major pisser that your local good mail deliveries didn't make it today, especially with the unexpected mail activity today. It makes me crazy when I'm waiting for someone to get something from me.

Your "tell-tale shiners" may be bad, at least yours aren't the worst! There is a home schooled girl in my Sunday School, and every Sunday she used to ask me if I was tired. I never took it as much of a compliment. (I'd watch your musical!)

I too love your random posts. I just love hearing about everyday life. That's why I love reading everyone's blogs. I constantly sing to our kids too, I even recommeded to Lou we should have a FHE where we have to sing the whole time. He thought it was too silly and by the kids were old enough to do it they probably wouldn't want to do it.

ps thanks for the comment on my blog, it made me feel a lot better..see-ya tomorrow

So are you taunting me with all this cleaning? I wasn't kidding- the gene went to my sister Katie... all of it.

You know- telling people they look tired is just a polite way of saying someone looks bad. Don't you think. I hate it when people tell me I look tired, because it makes me even more annoyed since I know they are trying to be nice, but not really.

So the whole musical thing is truly cracking me up. Lulu has started to make up songs like her father. You better watch out- Bella might start making up her own musical too and you never know what you are going to get.

So I had a girlfriend that used to make up one act plays. Her "boyfriend" was always a CS Lewis type. Maybe the two of you should meet. You could put music to her one act play.

I love your random posts and think your doctor is funny. You so don't look tired...pasty yes, but not tired :)

I sing random made up songs too and find that Mya is starting to do the same thing...maybe this is a bad habit to start. I will probably end up like the mom that sings loud to the radio in the car when her kids friends are there thus being the weird and totally embarassing mom.

Isn't a psychiatrist supposed to help you feel better? Hmmm, just wondering. I'm glad you got my paltry Good Mail, made better thanks to Emily. Your Mondays sound heavenly to me! (And, I love the songs you sing to Bella).

Today is the 25th, one day late on posting on this one , but probably my last chance to read and or comment. So, happy anniversary!!!!!! Dad and I would really like to go to the Temple with you and Michelle and Marc if he feels like it--maybe on Thursd7 night- we'll talk!

Life would be vastly improved if everyone had a daily musical; I'm all for randomly breaking out into song and dance because this makes me feel joyful and uninhibited. Once the world realizes that life really is a musical, everyone will be happier, so keep singing to Bella. The day that she sings with you will be magnificent!

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An almost- agoraphobe, I am a wife and mother who strives to exist beyond those definitions, as well as live up to them. I take vast pleasure in cardigans, food, sleep, reading, creating, and getting a good deal. Owner of rats, a fledgling runner, and addicted to sugar.